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Friday, September 18, 2015

*** Review Of One Night with the Billionaire -Sagittarius By Sarah Ballance ****

Title: One Night with the Billionaire – SagittariusSeries: Men of the ZodiacAuthor: Sarah BallanceGenre: Contemporary RomanceLength: 151 pagesRelease Date: September 14, 2015

Wow what an impressive book this was. This book was

Engaging, oh so funny, sweet, emotional and hot in more

ways than one. This is a story about two kids who grew

up beside each other, but never knew more about the other

than how the other looked. Her from her window, and him

from his car parked in the driveway. Their was just one thing

keeping them apart. Zoe's Dad. He paid Ryder to stay away.

It is Now ten years later things have not changed much.

They both have dreams about the past. And now if he tries

to be with her he may just lose everything. But is Zoe

loosing everything he has? Zoe wants Ryder in a bad way

always has, but now that they're stuck on the same island

together. Will she be able to figure out why one minute

Ryder wants her the next he doesn't. she is so confused

and dose not know why, till she finds out something she

can't believe. Now what are they going to do. I need to stop

so I don't ruin the story. I loved this book and can not wait

till the next one is out.I hope you enjoy this book as much

as
I did. If you do like this book, please consider leaving

a review.The Authors
really like it when you do,they

value your
opinions too.

Sign: Sagittarius

He’s the perfect kind of trouble…

Zoe Davenport is on her way to a perfect, idyllic, private resort, where there’s no ex-fiancé and definitely no public scandal involving said ex-fiancé. But one look at the exceptionally sexy resort owner, and Zoe wonders if she’s escaped scandal just long enough to land herself in even hotter water…

Except that Ryder Nash isn’t exactly a stranger. He and Zoe used to live next door to each other. She was the sweet little temptation who couldn’t stand him-the bad boy with a loud car and a new girl every weekend. What Zoe doesn’t know is that all those years ago, her father paid Ryder off…to keep him away from her.

And if Ryder gives into the fiery attraction that rages between them-even for a moment-he’ll lose everything all over again…

Release Date: October 12, 2015

One man’s paradise…was so not her reality.
But it came close.
Zoe Davenport stepped off the gleaming Dassault Falcon and inhaled
deeply. The tarmac warmed her feet through her shoes, the sudden heat in
the absence of the plane’s air conditioning immediately prickling her
skin. A hot tropical sea breeze whisked away the lingering scent of the
buttery-soft leather upholstery, a luscious preview to the crystal clear
waters glimmering silently beyond a wide strip of blinding white sand.
Palm trees curved, their fronds lazing against a brilliant sky. Just off
the runway, a sleek white limo waited. It did not bear Latitude 13’s
corporate logo, as did the aircraft, but there was no mistaking its
purpose.
It was there for her.
She dropped her sunglasses to her nose and shook her head. The
postcard-cliché beauty of the newly constructed resort couldn’t be any
more distant from the real life she’d left behind. After her so-called
fiancé had been caught sexting the interns who worked under
him—literally, as it turned out—in his congressional office, she’d
landed on the front page alongside him, in no small part due to her
high-profile position in her father’s top DC law firm. The scandal had
left her more politically driven clients skittish and worried for their
own reputations, and between that and the swarm of reporters that
followed her everywhere, her ability to perform her job had been
torpedoed. Though she’d taken the hit both professionally and socially,
she had no inclination to play up her role as the jilted bride-to-be. If
anything, she was glad to be rid of the jerk, and she had no desire to
pretend otherwise.
Here, at a near-empty and not-yet-open resort and traveling under an
assumed name, she wouldn’t have to. An old friend of hers, Moose
Callahan, whose work in law enforcement left him with associates in
interesting places, had called up after hearing on the news that she’d
refused to “stand by her man” at his apology press conference. She’d
helped Moose polish his application to the police academy during their
senior year of high school, and he’d never forgotten the favor and
wanted to repay her in her hour of national humiliation. So he’d
promised to draw on his connections to get her an exclusive getaway
where the sleaziest of reporters wouldn’t have a chance of finding her.
Her appearance at Latitude 13, two weeks before the resort’s official
opening, was as a representative of the resort’s interior designer,
there to ensure the decorative pieces were in place. It was an easy
cover, and only the resort’s owner would know otherwise. Intriguingly,
the man had supposedly attended Fairfax High School with her and Moose,
though she couldn’t imagine who she knew who owned a private island.
That sort of news tended to get around, but she hadn’t a clue who the
proprietor might be. Then again, Fairfax High had been so enormous she
hadn’t known all of her classmates when they’d graduated. What Moose had
told her was that the owner was a retired bodyguard who’d hit it big in
real estate, which only stirred up more questions than answers. Moose
had gotten called out to a scene before he’d given her the owner’s name,
but he’d promised she’d receive an email with all the particulars. Said
email had her travel info and the resort’s name, but not the owner’s.
A uniformed attendant approached with her luggage. Rather than handing
it over, as she expected, he offered a friendly smile and gestured
toward the limo. “Right this way.”
She followed him to the car and slid into yet another display of luxury.
More leather, more champagne, and endlessly stunning views enhanced the
scenery on either side as the car slipped silently toward a palatial
resort in the distance. When the ride drew to a stop, she exited to
discover the huge building sprawled in every direction at once, its
stark white façade so at one with the landscape that it appeared part of
the beach itself, like a giant sand castle surround by lush tropical
fauna.
And men. Hot, shirtless men. She studied the small group that stood with
their backs to her, noting that the arrival of the limo hadn’t yet
drawn their attention. One man was clearly the ringleader of the group,
not just because he radiated power, but because he held the full
attention of the others. And the magnetism went well beyond his captive
audience, because even from a distance he snagged her attention. Or
maybe it was the fit of his jeans. She had always preferred a power
suit, but she had never seen anything sexier than the way that
particular ass molded denim. The man attached to the ass in question
stood shirtless, droplets of moisture skating in rivulets down his back.
Sweat-darkened hair hung two weeks past time for a trim, but the rear
view was all the more enticing for it.
Get a grip. It was the heat. Had to be the heat, because she was so not
standing there trying to surreptitiously take back the breath he’d
stolen. She was a grown woman.
One who hadn’t seen anything so sexy in ages.
A full moment passed before she realized the view had changed. She
blinked into focus a set of eight-pack abs. A line of hair traveled
south into a waistband that had settled tantalizingly low on lean hips.
She’d have been content to let her gaze languish there, if not for the
fact that the construction noise had ceased. Her attention shifted
upward, hitching to a pair of blue-green eyes that put the Caribbean to
shame. Gorgeous eyes.
Eyes that raked over her like she was on the dessert menu.
He straightened, his cerulean gaze taking a lazy tour of her body,
leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Corded arms shifted easily, the
muscles there as defined as those of his back. She caught a glimpse of a
single tattoo marking one bicep. Strands of dark hair fell across his
forehead, and below it, a five o’clock shadow framed sensual lips.
Lips that eased into a smile.
“Miss Elliot, I presume?”
A beat passed before she realized he spoke to her. The fake name sounded
unnatural in his deep, husky drawl—about as unnatural as she felt
standing in paradise wearing sensible heels and tailored pants. She
itched to get her hands on the sundresses she’d packed. She itched to
get her hands on that man. Though her heart beat unevenly and she had
broken a sweat that had nothing to do with the equatorial sun, she
pasted on a bright smile. “You presume well.”
He set down his hammer and wiped his hands on a nearby towel. A backward
glance at the other men sent them back to work, setting off a cacophony
of noise as he walked the short distance to join her on the path. He
paused in front of her, his gaze touring her unapologetically. And she
gave as good as she got. She may have been back on the market less than a
week, but her fiancé had insisted on marriage before sex, a fact made
all the more interesting after his recent exposure. Zoe hadn’t exactly
been broken up over the idea of waiting, and now that the sordid
pictures were circulating the Internet, she realized she hadn’t missed
much. In retrospect, her affection for her ex had been constructed more
from a need to please her father than of her own interest. She and her
ex-fiancé shared similar, if disconnected, goals that made them oddly
compatible. Both were driven to grow their careers—she was to inherit
her father’s law firm, while he wanted to climb the political
ladder—which they were content to pursue separately. Now she realized
their primary connection had been that neither of them needed to connect
deeply at all, but between her father pushing hard for her to secure
his interpretation of the ideal son-in-law and her ingrained desire to
prove herself to her dad, she’d been blind to that.
She wasn’t blind anymore.
Her disinterest in her ex aside, the way this man in front of her had
her vibrating put her battery-operated phallus to shame. Her former
fiancé wouldn’t have stood a chance.
And neither did she.
She was just imagining her tongue touring the grooves of his abdomen
when the man shifted, drawing her attention upward over sweat-slicked
skin, past flat nipples and a chest that made her thighs clench with
need. His square jaw that had just enough of a shadow to look dangerous,
and her nerve endings danced when she thought of those lips closing
over any part of her body.
If there wasn’t a supply of batteries somewhere on this island, she was in a world of trouble.
He leaned close. So close that his mouth brushed her ear when he spoke.
“Let me show you to your room, Zoe.”
Zoe jerked back, her eyes immediately hitching to his. Only then did she
realize why they were so familiar. Ryder Nash. Former boy next door.
Killer eye candy, but if he’d ever bothered to speak a word to her, she
hadn’t heard it. Hot as sin back in high school, and the grown-up
version even more so.
The fact that he was also the proverbial last man on earth with whom she
should get involved did absolutely nothing to dissuade the need
ricocheting through her at a cataclysmic pace.
She stared at the work-roughened hand he held before her, realizing
after an awkward moment that he expected her to give him her suitcase.
She did, though not without a rush of memories. As a teen, he’d had a
new girl every weekend and probably a new set of heel marks in his
upholstery to match. But he hadn’t wanted her. Being ignored by a
notorious playboy seemingly without standards had been humiliating
enough. That it still stung more than ten years later was knowledge she
could do without.
“The guest rooms are still being finalized,” he said. “So I’m afraid you
don’t have much choice with your accommodations, but I can vouch for
your suite. Best one on site.”
“I’m sure it will be fine.” As if she had room to complain. Her little
impromptu vacation hadn’t exactly been her idea. Whether that made the
world less or more cruel that she’d end up on the same sparsely
populated island as Ryder Nash had yet to be determined.
She followed him along a beautifully tiled pathway. To one side,
blooming hibiscus lent a shock of color to the crisp landscape. On the
other, plush loungers surrounded a deep blue pool with what appeared to
be a swim-up bar. Unmanned, of course, since the place hadn’t yet opened
to the public. She could use a drink.
The room to which he led her appeared to be a cabana-style suite. The
outside was starkly modern luxe, the full glass walls on the ocean side
allowing an endless view of the water. An expansive open-air patio under
a permanent roof hosted an entire living room set, complete with
loungers and a private pool just steps from the Caribbean. Even through
the glass, she could tell the kitchen, with its white cabinetry and
gleaming gray stone countertops, would be completely at ease in a luxury
apartment.
It wasn’t until he opened the door for her that she realized something was wrong.
The room—which hadn’t been locked—appeared…lived in. Not a mess by any
means, but there were a couple of rinsed dishes in the sink. A mug on
the coffee table. Shoes on the floor.
Men’s shoes.
Where her mouth didn’t form words, her expression must have spoken volumes.
His lips twitched. “Your room is the one to the right. If your driver
wants to keep his job, the rest of your bags are already inside.”
“My room?”
He straightened, all mass and muscle and sex appeal. He stared at her,
one corner of his mouth upturned as if he found something funny. The
Ryder she had watched through her bedroom window had never found
anything funny. Not ever. He wore a scowl like no man’s business, but a
smile? He’d be devastating in a smile.
Don’t go there.
“You weren’t expecting a room?”
Expectations. The thought took her in a direction she thought she had
long left behind. One in which she had stared into those exquisitely
blue-green eyes and had begged with every star in the sky for him to
want her.
She tore her gaze from his lips. “I didn’t realize I’d be sharing.”
“I hate to break it to you, princess, but most of the rooms aren’t
finished for a few days yet and are in the process of being painted. You
can either asphyxiate on paint fumes, bunk with the guys in the staff
quarters, or you can stay here.” His expression softened. “For what it’s
worth, you have your own bathroom, and the locks are fully functional.
You’ll have your privacy, and I don’t bite.”
“You?” She nearly swallowed her tongue. Aside the fact she had spent
countless hours fantasizing about his teeth on her skin, and she had
rather hoped he did bite, there was the very small matter of proximity.
And that he had just indicated he would be a presence in hers. “I was
under the impression I would be…working directly with the owner.” She
had nearly forgotten her cover as an interior consultant. After ten
years apart, the man managed to unravel her in minutes.
His lips formed a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Was he as
tormented as she? She doubted it, but it was a nice thought. “You can
work as closely with the owner as you would like,” he said. “But if you
want me out of here, you’ll be sorely disappointed.”
Great. “Are you his…assistant?”
He smiled, all languid and sated. Post-coital. “No, sweetheart. I’m him.”

~*~*~ Sarah Ballance ~*~*~

Sarah and her husband of what he calls many long, long years live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when theyre asleep. She never dreamed of becoming an author, but as a homeschooling mom, she often jokes she writes fiction because if she wants anyone to listen to her, she has to make them up. (As it turns out, her characters aren't much better than the kids). To learn more about her work in contemporary, historical, and supernatural romance and romantic suspense, please stalk accordingly